#MishBir OS

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MishBir OS : Meri Mishti ka Birthday | Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke | YRHPK | Shaheer Sheikh | Rhea Sharma

MishBir OS : Meri Mishti ka Birthday | Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke | YRHPK | Shaheer Sheikh | Rhea Sharma #YehRishteyHainPyaarKe #YRHPK #MishBir #ShaheerSheikh #RheaSharma

Author : Vaishnavi Shukla Yeh Rishtey Hai Pyaar Ke  At night, In Maheshwari house, 12:00am Mishti:- Hello?? Abir:- Happy birthday sweetie! Mishti:- Kaun?? Abir:- Arre! 4 din apne ghar kya gayi, mujhe bhul gayi?? Mai tumhara Ajeeb Rajvansh!! Mishti:- Kaun Ajeeb Rajvansh?? Mai kisi Ajeeb Rajvansh ko nahi jaanti!!!4 Abir:- Yaar Mishti I’m sorry na please ab toh maan jao…..mai tumhe pehle bhi sorry…

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Mishbir OS : Angry Chorni | Shaheer Sheikh | Rhea Sharma |Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke | YRHPK https://ift.tt/2G108Oz

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Mishti pulled at the hem of her husband's white shirt before stepping out of the bathroom. Her clothes had slipped from the clothes hook and they were all wet now. Her husband's white shirt, her favorite, the one she had spent many nights in, was the only other available piece of clothing, so she had just draped it around herself. Pushing her glasses up her nose, she glanced at the clock, 10:21 PM. 5 more hours and she would be in Abir's arms again, she thought with a deep sigh. Turning around, she reached for her closet when a large hand sneaked up her stomach, pulling her flush againt his chest. "Abir" she squealed, her heart rate doubling up, "I missed you so much" she cried, letting her head nestle against his chest. He brought both his hands around her, hugging her from behind, "I missed you too" he said softly. She let her hands drop over his, "you were supposed to be back only tomorrow" not that she was complaining, she thought happily, looking up at him behind her. He tilted his head, smiling down at his wife. Watching the love and happiness dance in her eyes gave him such happiness. God how he loved this woman, and how he had missed her. Without a second thought, he bent down and captured her lips with his. Mishti's eyes fluttered close as Abir's lips landed on hers. He held her tight against him, one hand around her waist and the other around her shoulders and over her neck, tilting her chin up to meet his face, his long slender fingers caressing her cheek. As his lips gently nudged and parted her own, she eagerly responded. She was in heaven. And she didn't plan to return anytime soon. The hand that was caressing her cheek moved to her hair, and he suddenly pulled away. Mishti blinked. What? It took her a couple of seconds to gather her senses before turning around and narrowing her eyes at her husband. Only to find that he had a similar expression on his face too. "What?" She asked, frowning. "Your hair is wet" he stated matter of factly, matching her irritation with his own. She had been irritated but not anymore, his concern for her at any time, at all times, always got to her. She grinned like a child, "well" she drawled, stepping closer to Abir, their feet touching, their faces inches away,. She lifted a finger to his face, and traced his stubble with her hand, "it was wet a minute ago patidev, but your attention was elsewhere" she teased. Abir didn't react - visibly. Maybe next time she'll use her lips instead, Mishti thought, looking over dismally at her finger on his cheek. Damn this woman. It took every ounce of self control he had in him to stop himself from ripping off his shirt that she had put on, and nothing else - his stupid mind added as an afterthought as his eyes took in her appearance once more. His shirt clung to her curves, and fell a couple of inches short of her knees. Hair! Think of her wet hair, Abir thought, willing himself to look away, as he felt his body react. She chuckled. Abir pursed his lips as he heard Mishti chuckle - she knew the effect she had on him. Mishti did a little mental victory dance, as she saw the desire in her husband's eyes. And then his eyes travelled to her face again, and there it was - the concern, the anxiety, the worry. Her heart melted, dropping her seductive demeanour, she looked up into his eyes. He shook his head, "you just recovered from a bout of acute wheeze. You were hospitalized. Did you forget how tough it was" Abir said, the mere thought of that visibly troubling him. Her heart melted some more, she lifted her hand and cupped his face, "Abir!" She said gently, "that was a month ago. I'm fine now" she assured, closing her eyes and bringing his face down to hers until their foreheads touched. Abir sighed, that was the most difficult time of his life - those nights in the hospital were hell, he thought, shuddering at the thought of the last month. "Now, where were we" Mishti said, pulling back. Not breaking eye contact, she slowly lifted her hand to her shirt, HIS shirt that she was wearing, and slowly, very gently undid the first few buttons. Abir was worried for her and her carelessness over her health, and he was angry about it. And then the woman had to lift her hands to her shirt, HIS SHIRT, and play with those damn buttons. Not saying a word, verbally, but her eyes tempting the hell out of him, she slowly undid the buttons and he couldn't, for the life of him look away. As she reached for the fourth button, he quickly reached out and covered her hand with his, lest he do something stupid - like ripping off the remaining buttons... "Mishti..don't. just don't" he croaked, his voice, his eyes and every other cell in his body telling her otherwise. She looked up at him with those lotus eyes of hers, and pouted. Sighing deeply, he forced his eyes shut and took a few deep breaths. Once he trusted himself enough, he opened his eyes and fixed her with a glare, "Not now, Mishti" he said firmly, "your health first" with that, he gently removed her hand and silently proceeded to button up the shirt. Mishti peered at him as he went about buttoning her shirt. He had his jaw clenched and his eyes set. Then he looked up at her, reached for her hand and wordlessly pulled her with him to the dresser. Catching her by her shoulders, he gently pushed her down on the chair and went to retrieve the hair-dryer. Mishti gazed at her husband, amazed, as he went about drying her hair. His fingers gently moving portions of hair as he dried them. A slow warmth overtook her entire body, as she watched Abir through the mirror. There were many reasons why she loved this man. But everyday he gave her new ones. Abir caught her looking at him and he raised both his brows at her in question. She shook her head, smiling. Puckering up her lips, she sent him a kiss. He responded by smiling softly at her. Dropping a quick kiss on her hair, he looked at her again, his mesmerizing eyes danced with passion, "we'll dry your hair, and then -" She knew where this was headed, but she still prodded him, "and then?" "You don't like this shirt na, I'll take care of it in a while" he said, looking at her with those intense hazel eyes before winking at her. And her whole body erupted into a rapture of sweet anticipation. She was utterly, irrevocably and insanely in love with this man. Mridzy

http://jodifiction.blogspot.com/2020/08/mishbir-os-his-white-shirt.html

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Mishbir OS : Stealing the Moment | YRHPK | Shaheer Sheikh | Rhea Sharma | Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke https://ift.tt/3ldm2ON

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MishBir X Kunal OS : Our First Child | YRHPK | Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke

MishBir X Kunal OS : Our First Child | YRHPK | Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke

Our First Child

Author : Mishbirstruck

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“Misha, aise nahi rote, mumma yehi par hai, ro mat”, Mishti cooed the little baby in her arms. She competed her 2 months today.

Six months,  it has been six months since this little angel entered in the life of mishbir. She has become laadli of everyone.

Nanu wanting her all the time with him, Ketu stealing her away from Nanu, Parul maasi doing all the…

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MishBir OS : The Night | YRHPK | Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke | Yeh Rishtey Hai Pyaar Ke https://ift.tt/3aBnJ1K

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MishBir OS: AAJ SE SIRF HUM HAIN | YRHPK | Yeh Rishtey Hai Pyaar Ke | Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke https://ift.tt/2VuGBtO

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MishBir OS : In Your Safe Haven | YRHPK | Yeh Rishtey Hai Pyaar Ke https://ift.tt/2XBt8D3

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MishBir OS : The Chills Of The Rain | YRHPK OS | Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke | Yeh Rishtey Hai Pyaar Ke https://ift.tt/2w3DC31

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MishBir OS : A Beautiful Night || YRHPK || Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke || Abir || Mishti || Yeh Rishtey Hai Pyaar Ke https://ift.tt/2wH4rcW

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Mishbir OS: Because of you || YRHPK OS || Mishti || Abir || Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke https://ift.tt/37mrmXH

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"Moments" A Mishbir OS || Mishti || Abir || YRHPK OS https://ift.tt/2B0vEX5

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MishBir OS : FIRE ON ICE (Mature) | YRHPK OS | Abir | Mishti https://ift.tt/2mJYpDB

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I Trust You - A MishBir OS | Mishti | Abir | YRHPK OS | Yeh Rishtey Hain Pyaar Ke OS https://ift.tt/30eoYyX

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Mishti rukho. Abir called out to a rushing mishti who just ran out of the car without giving a damn to the thunderous rain.  Abir ran behind her and finally caught hold of her hand just before her house's door. Abir: No mishti.Not today.U can ignore me about anything, u can avoid me for all my ajeebness.But not this.U have to answer my this question today. Why you said sorry back there?What was that crazy stunt u pulled off back there?Before everyone mishti!u just apologised for something u never did  Mishti,humiliating yourself.  Mishti: Tum cop ho? Hindi serial ki angry young hero ho? Iss society ka security guard ho? To phir mujhr aise kyun pakad ke rakha??  Abir: I'm doing what is right and I dont care if I look like some roadside romeo or some bigshot criminal.Right now I'm doing what a Guy  have to do for his....for someone he cares.1 And I care about you Mishti.Tell me what happened.U are not a person who'll do whats not right.And u know very well it was not right to beg pardon for something u never did. Kuch to baat hain. Areh,If someone told me I did something wrong, i would agree even if I have no idea about it .Because I dont have that much confidence in me.   But Mishti.If everyone, i mean everyone around me starts shouting mishti did something wrong , I wont believe that.Thats just not my mishti. Lips trembling with the rainy shower,Mishti looked upto the guy with reverence."What is this guy made of?How much more he can sweep her off her feet?” Some more tears leaked from her eyes.    Abir could still see those pearls amidst of all the raindrops. Abir:And now you are crying like those abla nari type which clearly shows u also dont agree to ur own action.  So now tell me why u made my mishti do something she wont ever do?  Suddenly there was a thunder and Mishti grasped about their situation .With great inhuman strength she uttered something to get her out of this emotional turmoil.       Mishti: I'm not your mishti.chodo mujhe. Abir: main tumhe pakad kaha rahi hu? Shocked,mishti looked down to find Abir had let her hand go,perhaps long ago. Abir: I never hold onto something which is not mine.areh,I could not even hold onto things that were mine by birth right.    That last line got Mishti go wide eyed.Damn her mouth.What did she just say?How could she made Abir remember all the thing which made him feel less about himself. Then just like that there was a switch in the whole surrounding.    Abir: Why wilI I hold onto u?Tum koi kitkat ka box ho ki pakad ke rakh du? I just wanted to stop u and make sure u are Alright.I wanted u to share ur pain.I knew u were upset that's why I kinda charmed ur driver.umm.dont scold him,oka? Us bechara ka koi galti nehi.U know nobody can easily escape my charm?Haina?  Abir added with a trademark abir smile.    Mishti's face was loosing color by seconds.She can see through that smile now.How many times he did that in his life?How many times he covered his agony under this smile? Oh my God. The guy she knew as a happy soul,whose smile was his most constant thing,how many of those moments were real in his life? Mishti shivered with the thought. Noticing mishti's pale face,Abir hurried her towards her door. Abir: Enough for today angry chorni.Just go and change. U will catch cold in this rate.       Mana ki tum violent ho par aj ka barish tumse bhi zyada violent hain.Jaldi ghar jao.   And with a boyish smile which broke every corner of Mishti's heart,Abir Rajvaans turned around.  Mishti :Sunoo.. Abir turned back and there was the longest seconds of silence Between them. Abir waited some few more moments expecting to hear their customary "kuch nehi,jao" and quirked his eyebrows as if waiting for that sentence only. Gulping down her emotions,Mishti mumbled, "U are totally drenched Abir.Come inside hurriedly.You can catch a cold too." As soon as Abir opened his mouth to deny Mishti gave him the LOOK. Mishti:Maine puch nehi rahi hu,bata rahi hu.Jaldi aao. Abir meekly followed his angry chorni knowing very well her violent avatar. Changed into a kurta-pajama of bade papa,abir came out of the bathroom to find Mishti in kitchen and approached her. Hearing the footstep mishti turned back and scowled immediately. Mishti: Abir.I told u to dry yourself unless u wanna get a damn cold. Are u a kid?Cant u even dry ur hair? With a stern voice she added,"Just go back and get a fresh towel from the cabinet and get rid of the damp..... " Abir:Jaa raha hu meri ma and raced back to the bathroom,too afraid of her scolding.  1 After some minutes,abir came  to the kitchen massaging his head way too vigorously with towel  to ensure it was clean of any dampness and found mishti pouring hot chocolate in two mugs. "She is just like a flower." Thought an enthralled Abir.  "Fresh,Newly bloomed,full of purity,few dew drops here and there...wait a minute.drops!water!” Abir looked closer to find out water dripping from her long hair wetting her changed new dress again .  Exasperated,Abir exclaimed loudly," mishtiiii!",grabbed her close and  started wiping her hair,the towel of his hand in action again.   Startled out of her wit,Mishti's hold on the mug's rim tightened.This sudden invasion of her man in her very personal territory shook something inside her.     Totally unaware of her condition,Abir went on ranting. Abir: What's this Mishti?U have been getting so hyper over my condition,what about u?Why u are always taking care of others?Take care of u too sometime.Whats all this ruthless behaviour?Jumping into fire,going inside a soon to be explosive car,fighting the goons even before guns.Pagal ho kya?Aur aab?now u are even doing things against ur own character.Maafi mangne chali gayi?aur kunal ko thikse jawab tak nehi de rahi ho,woh bhale bure kuch bhi keh de.areh Tum to apni courtship ka waqt mein bhi itni meek nehi thi.kyun kar rahi ho aisi harkate?kyu khudko vul rahi ho? Mishti:Tumhara liye. Abir almost missed that soft whisper with his continuous rant but one soft touch of mishti's hand on his hand stalled him. Mishti loooked into his eyes and replied firmly again, "Because of you.I'm doing everything Mishti never did because of you. Because of you I said that sorry.I wanted to apologise to your mother and keep ur brother satisfied with that.I dont care if its kunal,munal or joynal.I dont care whom I'm bending to.I dont care if its related to kuhu,barsa aunty,bade ma or anyone of the world.Areh,I was not even interested in the whole kuku rishta.I just helped them coz u thought they are good together. I only care because its related to u.I needed to ease the tension with your family.I didnt want u to feel bad about ur family member's plight due to this party or worse,I dont want you to fight for me against them.  I know u are very much capable of that.I know MY ABIR that much. Abir's eyes sparkled at that. Mishti: kyunki baat tumhara hai Abir.jabtak baat tumhara hoga,maine aise hi aag main,dariyo main kya toofan main jump karne wali ho.Tumhara violent Mishti hoo na?Mujhe bhi dekhna,kaise meri samne se tumhe kisi cheej se chot poucha ta hain. Because of you I can do anything  as I know u can do way much more beacuse of me. Abir kyunki baat jab hamara hota hain,tab hum dono bas samne wale ko bare main soochta hoon.Now dont u even think of denying that.Its a fact. Well established one actually.  Watching Abir gone mute,Mishti smiled a little and offered him the hot chocolate. Abir took the mug,drank it,took his bag of wet clothes and rushed out.Just as he stepped on the thershold of Maheswari sadan,Mishti gripped his hand and said, Mishti: Areh,ajeeb rajvaansh.Take the umbrella this time.wanna get drenched again? As Abir tilt his head towards her,Mishti was blown away by the vulnerable look on his face.He looked like he could crumble down anytime.    The shayeer in him couldn’t do Justice to the storm of emotions  inside his heart. Believe it or not,Abir was never a greedy child.He learnt to share,to let go,to get even neglected since the very begining of his childhood.He knew he cant have the world at his service. He had been bereft of everything over and over that it doesn’t even surprise him anymore.    All the time he had been asking his silly questions to mishti,it was just to get a signal.Something which allows him to the way of her heart.Something which ensure him that perhaps this time he can get something instead of nothing at all.     He wasnt expecting something way out of ordinary from the girl who is anything but ordinary.Abir just wanted a drop of her affection,he just wanted her to acknowledge his presence in her life,he just wanted to bask in her sunshine like warmth,he wanted to be a part of her soothing aura,he just wanted to get a space beside this shiny star of universe named Mishti. But instead,she just declared him her universe. With all the adoration of the world,Mishti crooned in a thick voice, "Abir!” And the dam broke.     Abir Rajvaansh,not the happy go lucky guy abir but the 7 years old lonely,abandoned,ignored and forgotten boy named abir fiercely hugged his precious and burst into tears.Tears of years of longing,tears of separation,tears of all the blame-lie-betrayal game,tears of gratitude,tears of hope.   1 Tomorrow he will scold mishti about all the self destructive proclamations she uttered few moment before.  Tomorrow he will make sure nobody dare change his mishti.  Tomorrow he will make hundreds of poetry and  woo mishti. Tomorrow he will hold her hand and let his heart bare before her.+ Tomorrow he will put his life on her mercy.     But,today the banjaara just cried in his home... ItsFlora

http://jodifiction.blogspot.com/2020/08/mishbir-os-wajah-tum-ho-yeh-rishtey.html

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"Mishti, tumse baat karte huye mujhe aisa feel ho raha hain jaise main maa se baat kar raha hu" His words kept ringing in her ears. Does he really think that she has been behaving like his mother now? No, no! That's not true. Abir will never think of her like that. She tried to calm herself and look for him. Unable to find him anywhere in the resort she went upto the watchman asking about his whereabouts. He told her that a car had just zoomed past away having three people in it. Her whole world had come crashing down. Did Abir really leave her alone and went away? Assuming the unexpected she turned back and started walking towards the room. "Kya Abir sachmein mujhse itna tang aa gaya hain? Kya use ab meri zaroorat nahin? Kya woh..... kya woh yeh shaadi.... mujhse shaadi... reg...regret kar raha hain?" ; her mind echoed the pain in her heart. Even if a thousand knives would have stabbed her altogether at once still that pain would have been less than what she was going through right now. Strolling aimlessly on the pool side she tripped upon a stone. Gaining composure at the right moment she was brought out of her reverie. The gravity of the situation dawned upon her as tears streamed down her face. She ran towards her room and banged open the door. And there she found him. Standing by the window...leaning on the frame...eyes shut in deep thought. Running towards him she pulled him by the collar and pinned him to the wall. "Sab mujhe chhodke chale jaate hain. Tum bhi jaana chahte ho. Koi mujhse pyaar nahin karta. Tum bhi nahin karte. Kya tumhein pata nahin ki mujhe tumhaari kitni zaroorat hain? Tum chale jaoge toh mera kya hoga? Yeh kaisi khudgarzi hain tumhaari Abir? Yeh kaisi khudgarzi hain tumhaari jo tumhein mujhse dur jaane pe majboor kar raha hain?"; she kept hitting his chest pouring her heart out. "Mishti....Mish...Mishti... meri baat suno...."; Abir tried to calm her down but to no avail. She kept on hitting him feverently expressing her hurt and pain. "Mishteeeèee stop"; he held her by the shoulder and screamed. His loud shreik made her shudder as she looked at him blankly. Breathing heavily he let out a deep sigh. "Tumhein kya lagta hain? Sirf tumhein sab chhodke chale jaate hain? Mere baare mein socha hain? Bachpan mein baba mujhe chodke chale gaye. Poori zindagi unke wapas aane ki ummeed mein bita diya maine. Aur jab woh wapas aaye toh mere hi peeth pe chhura bhok diya unhone. Apne matlab ke liye woh mujhe use karte rahe. Yahan tak ki mujhe jail bhejne ki bhi poori planning karke rakha tha unhone. Mishti.... jinn par maine sabse zyaada bharosa kiya unhone iss kadar mujhe chot pahuchaai hain ki ab dil tootne pe dard bhi nahin hota. Tumhein pata hain? Bachpan se lekar aaj tak main maa ke pyaar ke liye tarasta raha. Lekin unhone kabhi mere bare mein nahin socha. Kai baar aisa laga ki shayad main hi kahi na kahi galat hu. Maa toh kehti hain ki woh mujhse bahut pyaar karti hain. Lekin phir mujhe woh pyaar nazar kyun nahin aata? Kyun Mishti? Kyun har baar maa meri khushi ke aage apna matlab laake rakh deti hain? Yeh kaisa pyaar hain unka? Yeh kaisa pyaar hain jo unhein apne bete ki khushi kabhi dikhaai hi nahin di? Mishti...Mishti mera bhai...mera Nanko kuch din pehle tak mere sath nahi tha. Jab jab main uski aankhon mein tumhaare liye nafrat dekhta tha tab tab main andar se bikhar jaata tha. Mujhe samajh nahin aata tha ki main kya karun? Aisa kya karu jisse ki tumhaare aur Nanko ke beech ki saari differences dur ho jaye? Aisa kya karu jisse ki mujhe kabhi tum dono ke beech mein se kisi ek ko chunna na pade? Aur aajkal aisi same feeling mujhe firse hoti hain jab main tumhein aur Kuhu ko ladta hua dekhta hu. Main sachmein chahta hu ki tum dono ke beech ki saari problems, saari differences dur ho jaaye par mujhe samajh nahin aata ki main kya karu? Kaise sab kuch theek karu? Tumse zyada mujhe tumhaari zaroorat hain Mishti. Aur agar tum hi mujhse roothi rahogi toh main kaha sahara dhundhuga? Main khudgarz nahin hu Mishti. Main bas zindagi se haarne ke kadaar pe khada hu. Aur ab mujhe koi raasta nazar nahin aa raha" As soon as the last few words escaped his mouth he collapsed into the floor kneeling down with his head bowed down and sobbed uncontrollably covering his face. Mishti's heart pricked at the sight. She didn't expect him to break down suddenly. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces thinking how much he still has supressed in his heart! No. Not anymore. She can't let him suffer alone any longer. He needs to spill it all out today. Kneeling down she caressed his head. Cupping his face she wiped off the teardrops and urged him to share everything that has been subdued in his heart since time immemorial. "Abir....Abir I am sorry. Main tumhaare puraane ghav ko phirse zinda nahin karna chahti thi. Main toh khud apne past ke zakhmo ko nahin bhula paai. Main nahin chahti ki meri tarah tum bhi apne bachpan ke buri yaadon ko dil mein daba ke rakho"; her silent sobs now turned audible. "Nahin Mishti. Yeh sirf mere baare mein nahin hain. Yeh humaare baare mein hain. Hum ek dusre ko itne mahino se jaante hain. Lekin aaj tak kabhi bhi ek dusre se apne bachpan ke baare mein khulke baat nahin ki. (wiping his nose) Mishiti.. main chahta hu ki aaj tum mujhe khulke sab batao. Tumhaare bachpan ke baare mein, tumhaare papa ke baare mein, tumhaare aur Kuhu ke beech itne differences kyun hain? Main sab janna chahta hu Mishti. Aaj tum mujhe sab batao..." ; cupping her cheeks with his slender palms he encouraged her to speak up. Mishti sighed and sat down beside him. Intertwining her fingers with him she rested her head on his chest and started narrating her story... "Abir... mujhe zyaada kuch toh yaad nahin bas itna yaad hain ki mere mummy - papa ne kabhi mujhe nahin apnaya. Jab main chhoti thi toh papa ko Naitik uncle ke attempt to murder charges mein jail ho gayi. Maa mujhe chhod ke chali gayi aur dusri shaadi kar li. Ek baar bhi mere baare mein nahin socha. School mein saare dost mujhe 'chor ki beti' aur 'khooni ki beti' bolkar chidhaate the. Main roti thi, bhaag jaati thi but kabhi kisi ko kuch bata nahin paayi. Main humesha apni kismat ko kosti thi ki meri kya galti thi jo mujhe aise parents mile? Maine kya kiya tha? Kyun mere saath yeh sab kuch hua? Phir jab main 13 years ki hui toh Bade Papa mujhe Maheshwari sadan le aaye. Wahan mujhe ek nayi family mili. Badi maa, bade papa, Shaurya uncle, Varsha aunty, Ananya di ne mujhe bahut pyaar diya. Unhone mujhe kabhi apne parivaar se alag nahin samjha. Badi maa ne toh mujhe Akshara aunty se bhi zyaada pyaar diya. Lekin Jasmeet chachi aur Kuhu... unhone kabhi mujhe apni family ka hissa nahin maana. Mere uss ghar mein jaane se Kuhu ko lagne laga ki main uske hisse ka pyaar cheen rahi hu. Lekin tumhi batao Abir...pyaar ki zaroorat toh mujhe bhi hain naa... maine toh kabhi bhi uski jagah lene ka khayal bhi apne mann mein nahin laaya lekin woh...usne mujhe haraana apne zindagi ka maksat bana liya. Mere liye uske dil mein itna zeher hain naa Abir.. ki usne uss din cold coffee mein sleeping pills milai thi mujhe chot pahuchane ke liye. Usne mujhse mera mandap cheen liya taaki woh humaari shaadi rok sake Abir. Yahan tak ki usne mere shagun ka haar bhi tod kiya kyunki use woh haar chahiye tha. Woh humesha mujhe har jagah neecha dikhaati rahi. Poori zindagi usne mere saath competition kiya. Yahan tak ki woh Parul maasi ko ek naukraani ki nazar se dekhti hain. Woh aisi kyun hain Abir? Kyun woh mujhe itni takleef deti hain? Kya bigaada tha maine uska? Bas itna hi naa ki badi maa aur bade papa mujhse bahut pyaar karte hain? Lekin woh toh usse bhi pyaar karte hain naa Abir. Lekin usko yeh kabhi nahin dikhta. Humaare shaadi ke din usne mujhe thappad maara sabke samne. Shaadi ke din usne mujhse kaha ki mujh jaisi ugly duckling kabhi swan nahin ban sakti. Har baar Abir...har baar usne meri insult ki, mujhe neecha dikhaaya. Lekin maine kabhi use kuch nahin kaha. Ulta uski khushi ke liye aur uski shaadi mein meri wajah se koi rukawat na aaye isliye main apna pyaar sacrifice karke, tumhein chhodke humesha ke liye Mumbai jaane ko taiyyar ho gayi thi"; and breaks down in his arms crying frantically. "Sssshhhhh....Shaant ho jao Mishti. Calm down. Main hu tumhaare paas. Mere rehte ab aur kuch galat nahin hoga tumhaare saath"; he patted the back of her head and wrapped her in his arms in an attempt to soothe her pain. "Abir...Abir pata hain?"; breaking the hug she looked into his eyes and spoke up again. "Pata hain main bahut darr jaati hu jab tumhaare aur maa ke beech koi ladayi hoti hain. Abir, poori zindagi mujhe Jasmeet chachi iss baat ke liye kosti rahi ki main toote huye parivaar se aayi hu. Ki mujhe family ki importance nahin pata. Maa bhi toh humesha isi kaaran mujhse nafrat karti rahi naa? Kyunki unhein lagta hain ki main unka parivaar tod dungi. Aur ab toh Kuhu bhi aisa hi sochti hain. Uss din jab tumne mujhse kaha ki mujhe jhagda karne ki aadat hain toh mujhe aisa laga ki kahin tum bhi baaki sab ki tarah yeh na socho ki main broken family se aayi hu toh mujhe parivaar jodke rakhna nahin aata. Abir main Kuhu se itna naraz isliye hu kyunki iss baar usne tumhein chot pahuchai hain. Tumhaari jaan khatre mein daali hain. Uss din jab mujhe pata chala tha ki Nannu ne tumhein uss halat mein marta hua chhod diya tha toh mujhe bahut gussa aaya tha. Mera khoon khaul utha tha yeh sochke ki agar tumhein kuch ho jaata toh main kya karti? Lekin Jasmeet chachi ki taraf dekhkar main chup ho gayi. Abir isi wajah se maine Nannu se shaadi karne ke liye haa......"; the words died in her mouth as she found him flinch at the mention of Nannu. His jaw tightened and he looked away from her trying to hide the pain reflecting in his eyes. But she was quick enough to gauge it. Cupping his face softly she turned him towards her and gently spoke, "Abir... Abir main jaanti hu tumne apne dil mein bahut kuch dabake rakha hain. Aisi bahut si baatein hain jo tumne mujhe nahin bataya. Lekin main chahti hu ki aaj tum mujhe sab kuch khulke batao. Aaj humaare beech koi raaz nahin rahega. Batao Abir... tumhaare dil mein kya hain? Main sunna chahti hu" His eyes welled up as the words escaped her lips. Gliding his fingers over her palms resting on his face, he took her hands in his and started drawing random patterns on her knuckles. Taking a deep breath he finally decided to let it all out. "Mishti...main kabhi bhi apne emotions ko leke expressive nahin tha. Haa khushi, pyaar, apnapan yeh sab khulke express karta tha lekin apna dard aur takleef kabhi kisi ke saamne zaahir nahin kar paaya. Jis din Kutch mein bus ki chhat par maine tumhein pehli baar dekha tha toh pata nahin kyun ek ajeeb sa connection feel karne laga tha tumhaare saath. Phir jaise jaise mujhe tumhaare baare mein chhoti chhoti cheezein pata chali main tumse aur zyaada connect karne laga. Mujhe pata bhi nahin chala kab tum meri zindagi ka ek ahem hissa ban gayi. Jab maa ne rishta badla aur Nanko ke saath tumhaara naam jod diya toh pata nahin kyun mere andar kuch toot sa gaya. Mujhe samajh nahin aa raha tha ki mujhe itnk takleef kyun ho rahi hain? Hum toh dost bhi nahin the uss waqt. Mere dimaag mein kai saare sawaal uthte rahe lekin mujhe unka jawab nahin pata tha. Phir uss din market mein jab tumhaara accident hua main pagalon ki tarah daudkar tumhein hospital le gaya. Maine naa aar dekha naa paar. Mujhe bas itna dhyan tha ki kisi bhi halat mein tumhaari jaan bachaani hain" Mishti looked at him shocked. So it was him who had saved her life and not Kunal! How could she forget? Coming back to her senses in the hospital she vaguely remembered a tall lanky guy with long hairs and soft voice had gently held her hands while she was murmuring unconsiously. Blinking her eyes she urged him to continue further. "Lekin sabko laga ki Nanko ne tumhaari jaan bachai. Lekin mujhe kabhi iss baat se koi jealousy nahin hui. Phir chahe woh mera tumhaare liye khichdi le jaana ho ya aag mein kudke tumhaari jaan bachana ho...sabko laga ki yeh sab Nanko ne kiya tumhaare liye aur main.. main apne aap ko kosta raha ki mere dil mein tumhaare liye jo feelings grow kar rahi hain woh galat hain. Tumhein woh painting yaad hain? Maine woh painting jalaane ki kosish ki thi. Kyunki mujhe aisa lagta tha ki mere feelings forbidden hain. Mera tumhaare baare mein aisa sochna galat hain. Lekin main use jala nahin paaya. Jab jab tum mere paas nahin hoti thi main uss painting se baatein karta tha. Usko seene se lagakar aisa mehsoos hota tha ki main tumhein gala laga raha hu. Akele mein uss painting ke saath mujhe ek ajeeb sa sukoon milta tha" His every word send butterflies running in the pit of her stomach. She could have never imagined that he could love her so deeply. That anyone could love her so deeply. "Mishti jab humaara rishta toot gaya tha aur tum mujhe chhodke London chali gayi thi...woh do mahine meri zindagi ke sabse dardnaak din the. Har pal main tumhaari yaadon ko seene se lagake ghumta tha aur duniya se apni takleef chhupaane ke liye unn stupid shades ka sahaara leta tha. Mishti main tumhein din raat apne aas paas imagine karta tha aur sochta tha ki kaash...kaash maine tumhein jaane nahin diya hota. Tumhein apne paas mehsoos karne ke liye main do mahine sirf khichdi pe jeeta raha. Jab jab main bade papa ke aankhon mein apne liye nafrat dekhta tha toh aisa mehsoos hota tha ki maine apne baba ko phirse kho diya. Main chahkar bhi kisi se apni takleef share nahin kar paata tha. Woh do mahine mere paas koi nahin tha Mishti... koi nahin..." "Aur phir jab maine tumhein Nishant ke saath dekha aur tumne kaha ki tum uske saath move on kar gayi ho toh meri rooh kaap uthi. Jab jab woh tumhaare kareeb jaata tha mujhe aisa feel hota tha ki ek chaaku lu aur zor se apne dil mein ghop du. Main tumhein kisi aur ke saath nahin dekh sakta Mishti... kabhi nahin. Tumhaare mehendi wale din jab tumne sabke samne Nishant ko chuna aur mujhe wahan se chale jaane ko kaha toh main chup chaap wahan kuch der khada rehkar sirf tumhaari taraf dekhta raha. Mere kadam dagmaga rahe the. Physical chot se zyaada tumhaari khamoshi mujhe chubh rahi thi. Main tumhein nahin khona chahta Mishti. Main tumhein kabhi khona nahin chahta. Main already ek baar apni galti ki wajah se tumhein kho chuka hu. Main tumhein dubaara nahin khona chahta. Main phirse apna ghar nahin khona chahta. Main bura husband nahin banna chahta lekin main maa ko jeetne nahin dena chahta Mishti. Main maa ko jeetne nahin dena chahta....." ; he embraced her tightly and broke down crying profusely. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him closer and kept on patting his back to calm him down. On composing himself after a while he broke out of her embrace and cupping her face with both hands whisphered softly, "Mishteeee....I need you". His hoarse voice sent chills down her spine and before she realized the words had already left her mouth, "Abirrrr.....I need you too". The air around them suddenly turned heavier and gazing intently they tilted slightly towards each other. With being inches apart and breathing heavily their lips met softly as they closed their eyes and let their fingers tangle into each other's curls. Slowly and gradually the moment turned passionate. Pulling apart they looked into each other's eyes as Abir picked her up in his arms and proceeded towards their heavenly unionisation. In the still of the night after their heavy passionate session of loving and claiming each other, as Mishti cuddled into him breathlessly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissing her forehead gently whisphered into her ears... "I love you....my home" Her lips curved into a broad smile as she returned his endearment back.... "I love you....my life" After a while.... “Abir, main tumse ek baat puchu?” Mishti asked softly while still cuddled in Abir’s arms. “Nahi Mishti, aajke din ka, I mean raatka puchna ho gaya, ab tumhe sirf patni dharm nibhana hain.” Abir said playfully running his finger through her face. “Abir seriously suno na, mujhe kuch puchna hain, par mujhe darr lagta hain ki tumhe bura lagega.” Mishti said intently. “Mishti, jab tak tum mujhse baat karogi aur mujhe apne dil ki baat bataogi, mujhe bura nahi lagega.” Abir replied with utmost honesty. “Abir, jaha tak main tumhe janti hu, tum who ho jisne mere bina bole yeh samaj liya tha ki main kuhu ka insult nahi kar sakti, jo mere bina puche mere piche airport tak mujhe rokne aaya tha, jisko kabhi bhi meri sacchai janne ke liye mere explanation ki jarurat nahi padi hain, toh fir tumne kunal ki sacchai ki baat bahar aane par mere kehne par bhi mujhpe bharosa kyu nahi kiya?” the memories of that day welled up Mishti’s eyes. “Hmmm..” Abir did not want to answer that, he din’t think he was ready to open up on his weakness of being jealous about Nishant in front of Mishti. It would only hurt her he thought. But today was the time, when not only physically, but mentally, they had to become one, go back to where they were before marriage, infact go back to where they were before breaking up. “Mishti, woh meri life ka bahut alag aur bahut kharab time tha. Tum mujhe janti ho, main hamesha unn cheezo pe bharosa kart ahu jinhe main meri aankhon se dekhta hu. Uss din maine tumhe Nishant se baat karte hue suna tha. Shayad meri galti ki maine aadha hi suna, par main bahut pareshan tha, jiss nanko ke liye maine meri zindagi jeena chod diya tha, wohi nanko ko uske zindagi ke sachse ladte hue main nahi dekh pa raha tha. Sab kuch itna jaldi jaldi ho raha tha. Aur tumko pata hain sabse badi baat kya thi?” He took a pause before speaking ahead. Mishti realized he needed a support to go ahead so she shifted her position and got up. Made him sleep on her lap and spoke “Ha Abir main sunn rahi hu.” As if deriving strength from her, he held her hand and continued. “Mishti, Abir Rajvansh pehli baar kisi cheez se jal raha tha. Woh insaan jo ek banjara tha, jo kisi cheez pe apna haqq nahi manta tha, jo use jitni khushiyan mile utne mein khush hota tha, jo kabhi kisise kuch expect nahi kar raha tha, woh insaan aaj bahut jal raha tha. Mishti, mujhe pata tha ki maine tumhe apni zindagi se dur kiya hain, aur aisi koi wajah nahi thi jo tum mere liye ruko yam era intezaar karo.” He shut his eyes at those memories, but he had to continue today. “Par, Mishti, tum ilkauti thi jo meri thi. Meri zindagi mein aur kuch bhi aisa nahi tha jo mera tha, par tum thi. Aur jab mujhe yeh pata chala ki tum bhi meri nahi rahi tab ek alag se jalan hui, ek feeling jo maine kabhi mehsoos nahi ki.” “Fir tumne jab mujhe Nishant ke sath dekha tab kyu khudko mujhse dur kiya?” Mishti dint even realise when these words came out from her but these were the questions that were always there in her mind. “Mishti, tum janti jo mujhe. Maine hamesha dusro ki khushi apne se upar rakhi hain, aur ma ko promise karne ke baad mere paas aisi koi wajah nahi thi ki main yeh sochu ki tum mere sath khush rahogi. Maine socha, Nishant ke sath rehna ki tumhari khushi hain aur tumne yeh chuna hain toh acha hi hoga. Par main nahi kar pa raha tha, jitna main iss cheez ko nazarandaz karta utna mujhe aur takleef hoti aur utna main ulti sidhi cheezein karta. Main jugnu pe bhi chilla diya tha jo maine 20 saalon mein kabhi nahi kiya.” Abir literally squeezed her hand that with both his hands. Something hit Mishti. It was the first time that she had heard or realized what Abir felt when she was with Nishant, first time that she realized what she had done. Till now, she had thought that it was Abir’s sternness which restricted him from getting back to her when she came back. But no, the NishMish attack had caused him more pain than she had ever thought. “Abbirrr..” ; it was just a murmur though. Without hearing it, and since he was in his own zone Abir continued. “Maine socha ki iss baar main tumhare dukh ka reason nahi banunga. Uske liye khudko strong kar liya tha maine. Par woh tumhare birthday ke din tumhe aur Nishant ko dekhkar main control nahi kar paya. Maine kabhi alchohol ka sahara nahi liya Mishti inn two months mein, kyuki main hamesha samajta tha ki woh kanjor log karte hain, aur mujhe strong banna tha, par uss din main strong nahi bann paya. Uss din mujhse aur bardasht nahi ho raha tha. Abir Rajvansh itna mahan nahi bann sakta tha ki woh iklauti khushi jo uski thi, who khushi ko use dur hota hua dekhe.” Abir couldn’t take it anymore, he just moved and hugged her wrapping his arms at her waist. “Nahi hu main itna strong” ; he kept on crying. “Abir, maine Nishant se kabhi pyaar nahi kiya”;  Saying this Mishti explained tha whole NishMish attack plan. “Par Abir, yeh sab toh maine who chitti mein likha tha, tumhe fir bhi mujhpe bharosa nahi hua?” Mishti asked. Abir was bewildered hearing all of this. Miscommunication leads to so much misunderstanding he thought to himself. He sighed. “Letter, woh mujhe mila hi nahi.” Seeing the questioning look on Mishtis face he told her how Bigben had changed the letter. Mishti dint know what to say. Life had put so many hurdles between them. Abir got up from Mishtis lap. He held her hand and with extreme earnestness he said, “Mishti, shayad abhi main samaj raha hu ki humare beech itne jhagde kyu ho rahe hain. Tumhe pata hain, jab hume shayad pata bhi nahi tha ki hum ek dusre se pyaar karte hain, uss time ki sabse achi cheez kya thi?” Mishti nodded in a no. “Sabse achi cheez yeh thi ki chahe jo ho, hum ek dusre se bahut baat karte the, hum ek dusre kok sab batate the, aur isi ki wajah se hum ek dusre pe sabse jyada bharosa karte the. Mishti, jab hum alag the, woh 2 mahine hum donoki life ke bahut ki difficult 2 mahine the. Shayad itna bura time humne kabhi dekha nahi, but use bhi bura uss waqt yeh hua ki hume ek dusre se baat kiye bina rehneki aadat ho gayi. Aur shayad ek dusre ke hone ki aadat chut gayi. Fir yeh shadi sab rasme yeh sab itna jaldi hua, ki hum Mishbir toh bane, par shayad apne unn 2 mahine ko bhulakar aage nahi badh paye.” Abir continued. “Aur yeh tabhi hoga jab hum unn do mahino ke baare mein baat kare aur ek dusre ke hamesha hone ki aadat dale aur khusko yeh bharosa dilaye ki who 2 mahine kabhi vapis nahi aayenge.” Mishti continued as if stealing words from Abir. “Waaaaah ekdam perfect, Angry Chorni ab sentences bhi churane lagi.. Niiiicccce” Abir winked. Mishti hit him playfully. “Tum sahi keh rahe ho Abir, humne iss cheez par kabhi dhyaan diya nahi ki sirf ek sath hona jaruri nahi, balki zindagi share karna jaruri hain. Mujhe pata bhi nahi tha par kitni galat fehmiya hum donomein thi jinko humne nazarandaz kiya tha. Ab pata chal raha, aur sachmein, bahut acha aur halka lag raha.” “Bilkul purane Abir Mishti jaisa.” Abir quickly added. Both honestly smiled but they seriously felt much lighter, and better after this conversation. Even without them realizing, they had a lot built up in them. “Mishti main samajta hu ki tumhe alag nahi rehna, aur main uss cheez ki respect karta hu. But hum eek dusre ko abhise sab cheezein batani hogi. Maine hamesha yeh mana hain, ki koi bhi rishte ki zimmedari who do logo ke hath mein hi hoti. Aur hum yeh responsibility nibhayenge.” Abir cupped her face. Mishti nodded in a yes. “Aur, tumhari pehle responsibility yeh hain ki, tum apna patni dharm pura karo, pati ko khush karo,” Abir said dramatically. Mishti blushed and Abir kissed her forehead. “Baki ka khane ke baad, I am hungry Ajeeb Rajvansh.” Saying she dialed the reception for food. ____________________________________________ ~ Sayli & Toree

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